Elaine, moms Friend Part 2

In the room I sat on the bed and try as I might I could not get the image of Bert, this big strapping man, easily 6’ 3” tall, laid out over his wife’s knee as she slapped and spanked his very red bare bottom. Although I could no longer see the “action” I most certainly could hear every word, every cry of pain as well as every plea issuing from Bert’s mouth.

Whenever Bert said something Elaine disagreed with, she rewarded him with an extra hard spank, or two or three. Elaine kept up a constant litany of scolding keeping perfect time to the measured cadence of her implement. It looked exactly like a salad server. Not a wooden spoon but something along those lines. Two inches wide at the head, only about a ¼” thick and easily 15” long, tapering down to around a ¾” wide at the handle. It was light and as I was about to learn stung like a swarm of bees. Judging from Bert’s cries, the swarm was in full attack mode now.

“Please Elaine not in…”

“What did you just call me young man? Have you still not learned? Must I give you a dose of my strap as well? I am the adult here, not you and this will only get worse if you insist on calling me a name you are not allowed to. When you are over my knee, what are you to call me little boy?”

“Please mommy, I am sorry I won’t do it again…Waaah” and with that the flood gates opened as Bert surrendered to the pain in his rear and the compelling authority that Elaine exerted.

Now that she had him crying, Elaine turned up the heat and the intensity of the spanking.

“As long as you persist in misbehaving little man, mommy is going to spank you.”  SPANK SPANK  “I think in future I will spank you in front of the girls” SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK    SPANK SPANK    “How would you like that my naughty boy” SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK   

“No mommy... please... no, not in front of the girl’s mommy… Waaah”.

The spanking stopped and all that I could hear now was the sobbing from Bert as he lay across Elaine’s lap.

There was a period of silence and then the door to my room opened and Elaine, the paddle in her hand stood there.

“Mario, I will deal with you shortly after I finish spanking the girls. Get undressed and put your nose into that corner there. Children who peek at other children getting punished get exactly what that child got. Now get busy little man!”      

With that said Elaine turned and walked the short distance to the room where Nadine and Alicia waited no doubt straining to hear the sound of their mothers high heels on the tiled floor. It is a sound that today still conjures up images of naughty boys and girls waiting in the corner, their hands firmly clasped above their heads, waiting for retribution.

As soon as Elaine opened the door to the girls room I heard them crying out for mercy, each blaming the other, knowing full well that they would soon be turned over their mothers knee, crying and bawling as Elaine used that wicked paddle to sting their bare bottoms.

“Nadine come here, over you go.”

“Mommy, please don’t spank me, I am sorry I told the others you spank daddy.”

SPANK SPANK “I have” SPANK SPANK “told you before” SPANK SPANK “I will not tolerate” SPANK SPANK “you speaking out of turn.” SPANK SPANK    SPANK SPANK    SPANK SPANK    SPANK SPANK.

“Owwwww mommy please... no more I am sorry. Owwwww.”

“What exactly are you sorry about Nadine” SPANK SPANK “Sorry you spied on a private moment between your father and me or that you got caught.” SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK    SPANK SPANK  

By this time Nadine was crying already, she cried and as the tears flowed she sobbed each and every time that wicked paddle struck her blazing bottom.

Elaine now unleashed a series of hard spanks along the tops of Nadine’s thighs eliciting a series of shrieks as the stinging blows fell.

“Let this be a lesson to you young lady, No SPANK SPANK  “more” SPANK SPANK  “poking your nose” SPANK SPANK    “in other people’s business” SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK .

Judging from the intensity of Nadine’s shrieking as the last four spanks struck home I surmised that these four spanks were considerably harder than the others.

“You may go and place your nose in the corner again Nadine”, said Elaine as she turned to Alicia and beckoned her to come over to the bed where she was seated.

“Alicia, get over my knee young lady, quickly now.”

Alicia obviously did not move quickly enough because I heard the slap of the paddle connecting Alicia’s thigh

“I said now Alicia, don’t make me come and fetch you” SLAP SLAP

“Owwwww mommy NO! Mommy No!” SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

“I told you to do something young lady Now!” said Elaine as she reached out and grabbed her disobedient daughter by the arm and dragged the girl across her right leg, pinning Alicia with her left leg and straight away began to spank SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

“Owwwww Mommy please mommy Owwwww”

I only heard the flurry of spanks as Elaine proceeded to really spank her daughter. Alicia had long since given up struggling. Pinned as she was there was no point.

It was a short spanking but more intense and a lot harder than Nadine’s. Alicia howled and cried pleading for her mom to stop punishing her. All to no avail, eventually the sobbing girl simply lay over her mother’s knee and cried.

You could hear the silence, then, Elaine’s voice, “you get your naughty nose into that corner alongside your sister, there is one more child in need of a sore bottom, and No Rubbing, hands on your head”

Footsteps, I quickly turned and pressed my nose deep into the corner I could hear the footsteps getting closer. Then I heard her call out, “Bert, you may come to mommy, I am in Mario’s room. With that the door opened and in walked Elaine, followed shortly afterwards by Bert.

Elaine pulled a stool away from the wall and sat on it. Once comfortable she called me out of the corner, “ok Mario you are it, come to Aunty Elaine, sweetheart, over my knee.”

Ever polite, especially to a lady holding in her hand an instrument of ass destruction I, with a “Yes Ma’am”, quickly complied with Elaine’s instruction and draped myself over her ample knee.

“Are you comfortable now Mario?” She asked.

“Yes ma’am... Aunty Elaine, are you going to tell mommy about this?”

“Why do you ask Mario?”

“Aunty Elaine, my mommy will spank me again if you tell her.”

Turning to Bert she asked, “Well Bert, you were the one they spied on, what you think? Should mommy tell Marta about this? ”

“Mommy, I think that what happens in this house should stay in this house.”

“Well said Bert, I couldn’t have said it better, Mario, you needn’t worry, once I have finished spanking you it will all be over and done with.”

“Why do you find yourself over my knee young man?”  SLAP SLAP SLAP.

I flinched as the first salvo struck home, left, right and middle, all low down almost on my sit spots.

SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP, this time the salvo had doubled in intensity as well as the number of spanks. “I asked you a question, young man” SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP “I do not like to be kept waiting Mario” SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP. I yelped and quickly answered Elaine, “I am being spanked because I peeped on you and Uncle Bert while you were spanking him”

“Yes, little boys who peep on other boys getting their bottoms spanked get exactly what they saw Bert getting”

With that said Elaine really got into spank mode, the spanks came fast and furious. The crack and slap of the paddle echoed in the room and soon I joined in, a litany of pleas, entreaties and crying as that wicked paddle stung and stung like a swarm of bees. I would like to think; I was stoic in my approach to receiving a spanking but according to Bert, who I might add, was not in the least fazed by my peeping on him. I wriggled like an eel on a hook, trying to get out of the way of that wicked paddle.

Elaine kept up a constant scolding, interspersed with hard spanks on my red and sore bottom.  Also as with the others when she felt I was being evasive or reticent in my answers simply spanked harder or switched target to my thighs. Bert later told me I had been given forty spanks on my bare butt as well as ten on the tops of my thighs.

Like the girls I had no real knowledge of exactly when Elaine stopped raining down fire on my bottom. By the time she stopped swinging her arm. I was already in spankland and had been there a considerable time.     

   

Elaine, moms Friend

A year or so ago I wrote a story about the time my friend Desmond and I got a spanking because instead of studying we were out playing golf where we got busted by Amber Roux, school teacher, ladies golf captain, Mrs Roux to most of the kids, aunty Amber to me.

The day it all kicked off, Desmond and I were on the golf course when we came across a foursome comprising of Aunty Amber, her friend Elaine and two other ladies whose names I cannot remember. Elaine was the lady who told me if I ever wanted a spanking to come to her, she had a paddle that she named Mr. Paddle. Elaine also had twin daughters Nadine and Alicia.

They were identical and often used to double date confusing the daylights of any guy they went out with as you never knew which twin you were with. They also loved getting up to mischief, causing mayhem and chaos wherever they went. They weren’t bad girls, simply naughty ones, oh yes they were intimately acquainted with their mothers paddle.

This was an acquaintance I had no wish to make, sadly in my quest for the affections of Nadine I did in fact make acquaintance with said paddle.

It all began with the classic love triangle, Nadine, Alicia and yours truly as well as a visit to see my natural parents. I was to spend a week with my parents at their place on the Natal coast, mom could not get off work and instead of allowing me to travel by train mom arranged for me to get a lift to the coast with her and Aunty Amber’s good friend Elaine.

Elaine and her husband Bert, were going to the south coast on holiday and very kindly offered to take me with them. Like most other families Bert left such mundane tasks such as discipline to Elaine, Now I believe he was subject to a bit of maternal discipline himself as he never argued with his wife, was always polite and very deferential to Elaine just as Uncle Kobus was to Aunty Amber.

I had a bird’s eye view of uncle Kobus bare assed over his wife’s ample lap one night, but I digress.

Bert and Elaine had rented a big four bedroom holiday home for their family and due to my father ending up in hospital, my mother not wanting to take the time to care for me I ended up spending the week with Elaine and her family.  All went well until the Thursday, the three of us went to the beach while Elaine and Bert had some private business to attend to, Nadine told us she was convinced her mom spanked her dad and suggested we should take a peek, saying her mom would use the time alone to spank Bert in private.

I knew it was a bad idea, however I was and still am a sucker for a pretty girl.  So we three kids snuck back to the house where we discovered a naked Bert laid over Elaine’s lap having his butt toasted courtesy of Mr. Paddle. We did not make very good spies as we got busted almost as soon as we arrived. Man that lady had eyes in the back of her head.

Bert tried to get off the maternal lap, pleading for clemency in the light of witnesses however the judge and executioner was having none of it. We were ordered to our rooms to await the irate mother’s pleasure saying she would be there shortly as soon as she finished spanking her naughty Bert.

With the sound of wood on flesh and cries of pain ringing in our ears, the three of us went to our separate rooms, a sense of dread settling over us like a cloud of gloom.

End of part one.     

More from Mario's Aunties

Here is another story featuring Amy, my friend, once again the recipient is my very naughty son Mario.

Aunty Amy spanks

I recently shared about the time my friend Errol and I got spanked by his older sister Amy. Well Amy is my mom’s friend and I know her as Aunty Amy. She is around twenty years older than Errol and works as a secretary at the local high school. Her own children are a few years younger than me. Her son, Graham and daughter Louise are a year below Errol and me. My name is Mario and I live with my guardian Marta Van Rensburg and her two sons David and Grant.

I came to live with mom the previous year shortly before I turned fifteen. Due to ill health, my own parents decided to move to the coast leaving me to finish the year staying with Mrs. V as I called her then. The following year Mrs. V became my legal guardian and to all intents and purposes my mother.

We like most families in South Africa in the seventies had a rule that if you were spanked whilst at school, you got spanked double at home the same evening before bed. Mom laid it on with a passion and we as a result tried to avoid getting “jacks” or “cuts” as they were known. Every punishment meted out by the teachers at school was entered in the register and a letter was written to each parent explaining why the pupil was punished as well as the severity of the punishment. There was no escape. Each parent was asked to sign the letter and return it to the school the following day and if no letter was returned, the school contacted the parent by phone and enquired as to why the letter had not been returned. This job fell to Aunty Amy who also doubled as the school nurse. She knew everything and nothing got past her.

It was the first week of the second term and the Std. 9E class had a new English teacher. Miss Wendy Miller, otherwise known as, Speedy Gonzales. Man this woman could walk fast. She joined us straight from College. Her passion was English literature. We found out she also carried a large paddle with her, evidently a gift from a former teacher.

Being typical adolescents, we boys all tried to vie for her attention. Stupid really as being her pupils we stood no chance. However, we discovered she tolerated no nonsense and did not suffer fools gladly. My first experience came because of Errol fooling around. I should never have hit Errol back. As luck would have it, as I punched Errol on the arm, purely in retaliation for what he did, Miss Miller looked up from her marking and caught me red handed.

“Mario, this is a classroom, not the rugby field. Anymore disturbance from you and you will be the first to feel my paddle on your backside. Is that understood young man”?

“Yes ma’am perfectly understood Ma’am” I answered relieved to have gotten off with a warning and not a trip to the stock room, which doubled as punishment room.

For the rest of the period I was on my best behaviour, however Errol and another friend were plotting a prank which they planned to pull the last period in homeroom. Our homeroom teacher just happened to be, yes, you guessed correctly, non other than Miss Wendy Miller.

The last period arrived and as we filed into the classroom, Miss Miller looked up at me and her look spoke volumes, she was pissed for some reason. Someone had really annoyed her in the periods between when we were last in her classroom.

As we sat down Vincent passed me a matchbox and as I opened it I freaked, big time. The largest “daddy long legs” spider I have ever seen crawled out of the box and over my hand. To say that I am petrified of spiders is an understatement. In total fear I ran for the door of the classroom, only there were about twenty desks in my way, so I mowed them all down in my efforts to escape the horrible thing crawling all over me.

Pandemonium ensued and once relative calm had been restored I was frogmarched into the stock room by the now totally pissed teacher who laid into my butt with a will and a vengeance. WHACK “You were warned WHACK not to play the fool” WHACK. All three whacks aimed at the same spot and by now I was howling. WHACK “You will” WHACK “learn not to fool around in my class again.” And drawing back her arm way above her head she delivered the hardest one of all WHACK, Speedy had saved the best for last. The guys told me afterwards that my shriek rose an octave as the final spank flattened and destroyed my backside. Hanging up her paddle Speedy calmly told me to sit down and walked back into the classroom where she wrote a note in her punishment register. Noting the crime, as well as the punishment given. Once she had done that, she addressed the class.

“Now lets have the other culprit. I know that someone gave Mario the matchbox. We do not leave this class until that person owns up. I don’t care how long we wait here but we don’t leave until that person owns up.” We  sat there for nearly an hour until Vincent stood up. “Miss it was me, I gave Mario the match box.” She looked at him and said, “you know where to go, I will be with you shortly. Mario please remain here.” Facing the class she dismissed them. Once the class had gone home Speedy locked her class door and walked into the stock room.

In the stock room Vincent stood nervously waiting for Speedy to make her appearance and as she entered the room she told Vincent to bend over and touch his toes. She lifted his blazer from his butt and took her stance.

WHACK the first stroke sounded very loud in the stillness of the afternoon. The effect on Vincent was startling, He was shocked at the pain that the paddle caused, Speedy scolded him all the time and about 25 seconds later   WHACK again like she had when spanking me Speedy landed the second whack directly on top of the first. The effect on Vincent was even more spectacular than the first. His back bowed and he shot upright clutching his rear as white hot shards of pain seared him WHACK “You are going to regret playing the fool in my class”. WHACK  Again directly on top of the previous spanks and again a wait of about 30 seconds before WHACK. This last one struck home right on Vincents’  sit spot, he howled in pain and again stood upright clutching his butt. “Bend over boy, I’ve got a good mind to repeat that last one. You are wasting my time. Come on bend over before I give you extra, God knows you do deserve it.” Still clutching his butt, Vincent remained upright. “That’s it you are getting an extra two strokes for not listening to me now shall we make it four extra”

Bending over quickly Vincent said “No ma’am please no more.”

WHACK WHACK these two were very hard and Vincent began to cry, however anxious to avoid any extra spanks he gripped the back of his ankles hard and remained bent over. WHACK WHACK, the final two strokes were the hardest of all and Vincent howled and howled. His eyes streaming snot running down his face Vincent was a sight. Clutching his backside he danced and danced, his glowing backside bright enough to be a beacon. When Vincent calmed down enough to think and speak coherently Speedy wrote up the punishment book and told us to take it to the office so that proper record could be kept of the offence and the punishment delivered.      

Vincent and I left Speedy in her classroom and walked to the school office, we both walked very carefully as the simple act of walking caused our trousers to chaff quite badly. Teachers walking past us smiled knowingly as they saw us waddling along each step carefully placed trying to minimise the chaffing.

We arrived at the office and presented the book to the receptionist who told us to wait. “You may sit over there” she said indicating some chairs placed along the wall. I replied “thank you ma’am but if it is alright with you I would prefer to stand” “Oh bottom a bit tender then…” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “I’ll fetch Amy then.”

A couple of minutes later Vincent’s name was called and he went to the office indicated, a short while later he came out with a letter in hand. As he walked past me he informed me, my presence was required in the office. I went to the office he indicated and knocked on the door. “Come in Mario” said Aunty Amy, “I’ll be with you shortly”. I opened the door and entered the office. Aunty Amy sat behind her desk and looking up at me smiled warmly and said “I suppose you still want to stand” “Yes ma’am if it is alright with you”.

“Now what ever have you been up too Mario. I see Miss Miller spanked both you and Vincent, would you like to tell me what happened?”

Well Aunty Amy, I mean ma’am”

 “It’s okay Mario, we are not in company, Aunty Amy is fine with me.”

 “Thank you Aunty Amy, it is a long story, it all started when I punched Errol on the arm, Miss Miller saw me and told me off.”

 “I might have known my brother had something to do with it, go on…”

  “Well Vincent and Errol planned to cause hassles, they caught a spider and after putting it in a match box gave it to me, when it crawled out all over me I freaked, result six of the best from Miss Miller, now mom is going to kill me”. “Do you really have to give her a letter telling her I got spanked at school Aunty Amy?”

 “Sorry my darling but I really have to it is a department of education rule”.

“My mom is so going to kill me, her rule is “get it at school and get it double at home” so I’m dead” I hung my head and shuddered at the prospect of another spanking on my already sore butt. Aunty Amy looked up and kindly said to me, “look I will call round to see your mom this afternoon. You better let me have a look at your bottom my boy, if I am going to bat for you I need to know what I am talking about. Just so you know, we have the same rule in our house. If my two hooligans get spanked at school I always give them a spanking at home in the evening.” I took my shorts down and Aunty Amy leaned me over, pulled my underwear down and whistled,

“Wow Miss Miller did a real number on you, you must really have riled her. How many did she give you?

“Six Aunty Amy, I guess I deserved them, but it is so sore.”

“It looks very sore my boy, hold on Aunty Amy will rub some cream on your bottom, it will make it feel better.”

With that, she busied herself spreading cream all over my very sore buttocks. When she finished that, she packed her bags and gave me a lift home. On the way home, I told Aunty Amy that I would give mom the letter before she said anything. If she wanted to intervene, she could after I had squared it with mom.

I walked though the door and called out “mom I’m home, where are you? I need to talk to you.”

“I’m in the bedroom, put the kettle on, I’ll be right there.”

“Okay mom, I’ll do that.”

I busied myself putting the kettle on and getting myself something to eat. Mom came into the kitchen and as she passed me, she swatted my backside. “Ow F….k that hurt” I yelped, totally forgetting where I was.

“I beg your pardon, where did you learn language like that young man” said mom as she gazed open mouthed at me.

“Mom, oh God, mom I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to swear like that, it’s just…”

You got spanked at school didn’t you. Well you know the rules. Would you care to explain why before or after I take you to my bedroom and give you a spanking over my knee.”

As mom pronounced sentence on me Aunty Amy walked through the door, “Marta, I think we need to talk before you punish Mario today.” Turning to me she said, Mario, your mom and I need to talk alone.

“Mario, go to your room, I’ll call you when I’m done.

I walked to my room leaving mom and Aunty Amy alone in the kitchen to talk. I busied myself doing my homework while I waited for mom and Aunty Amy to discuss the prospect of further damage to my backside. I stood in the room, my shorts  around my ankles looking at the sight of utter destruction that was my ass. I was still twisting around trying to see, when mom walked into the room.

“Come on let me see, Aunty Amy says I should not spank you today or even until next week. That does not mean you will get away with out getting a spanking, I have agreed to wait until next week before spanking you. I warn you anymore shenanigans at school and this deal is off, is that clear young man.”

Perfectly mom, and thank you.”

“Don’t thank me you have to thank Aunty Amy, she was mighty persuasive, now lets have a look at your bum before we pay a visit to the bathroom, you my dirty mouthed son have a date with a bar of soap.” I lay down on my bed and mom examined my butt. From the bottom to the top it had turned purple, where the paddle had overlapped, blisters had formed. It was clear, Miss Wendy Miller was an expert in spanking.

The soaping was horrible, perfumed soap does not taste as good as it smells, mom unwrapped a fresh bar especially for me to eat. Mom made me stand in front of her, purely out of revulsion I balked at opening my mouth, when I did that mom slapped my legs and had to threaten to spank my butt if I did not do as she said. Reluctantly I opened my mouth and mom shoved the bar into my mouth. After a short while she took the bar from my mouth and lathered a facecloth. Reaching up to my mouth she said “Open your mouth and hold it open.” She then proceeded to wash the inside of my mouth using the lathered face cloth. Once done she allowed me to rinse my mouth out using only a single glass of water.

The week passed quickly and I made doubly sure I did not get into any more trouble at school. On the Friday, we had a crisis. Mom slipped at work and ended in hospital with a broken arm. She was only supposed to spend the night in hospital, but for some reason the doctors decided to keep her in over the weekend. This left mom in a dilemma as she had to arrange for me to stay somewhere. Aunty Amy said that I could spend the weekend with their family, mom agreed and informed me of the arrangement. As I left to go with Aunty Amy, mom said to me. “Mario, since I have broken my arm, I can no longer punish you for your little stunt at school, however Aunty Amy has agreed to stand in for me, so she will spank you. I have given her permission to treat you as one of her own children, which means if you misbehave, she will punish you.”

“Yes mom I promise that I will behave. See you tomorrow afternoon mom, I love you.”

In the car, as we rode home to Aunty Amy’s house. I asked Aunty Amy, “Are you going to spank me tonight Aunty Amy?

“Well my boy, I thought that we could arrange for the children to go to the movies in the morning, that way we will not be disturbed and also it will mean that you will have some privacy while I spank you. How does that sound? I breathed a sigh of relief, for I really did not want Aunty Amy’s children to hear me getting my backside tanned. Shortly afterwards we arrived at Aunty Amy’s house. She carried my bag, containing a change of clothes and some clean underwear. As we entered the house I greeted her husband and was shown to the room I would sleep in.

Next day I woke up and got dressed, after washing my face I wandered into the kitchen to find the family tucking into breakfast. Due to a sense of doom hanging over me I really had no appetite but did not want to appear rude so I ate the food Aunty Amy dished up for me. All too soon, the house was empty and Aunty Amy and I were alone. Aunty Amy looked at me and said, “it’s time my boy, I’m sorry we have an unpleasant task ahead, I really don’t relish the thought of having to spank you, but I promised your mom and rules are rules even if I think the wrong child got spanked last week. Now let’s go to my bedroom”

In the room, Aunty Amy pulled a chair away from the dresser and ordered me to wait in the corner while she got ready. A couple of minutes later she called me to her and proceeded to remove my shorts. “Up you come over my lap. I think you know the drill.” As I laid my myself over her lap, she tugged my underwear down so they fell to my ankles.

“Cry all you want my boy” said Aunty Amy “I intend to make sure your mom will be satisfied that I have spanked you properly. How would mom spank you if it were she doing what I am about to do?”

“First she would spank me using her hand, Aunty Amy and then depending on what I’ve done will determine if mom uses the brush or the strap.”

“Has your mom used the strap on you Mario, If she has she has not said anything to me.”

“No Aunty Amy, she hasn’t used the strap, mom did say that if we had been at home when she caught me smoking that I would have got the strap and possibly a switching as well”

“Oh well I think we can make do with the hairbrush today, I think that will suffice.”

Having said that Aunty Amy stopped stroking my buttocks and raising her hand brought it down hard on my defenceless left cheek. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP, The heat quickly built up and as it did so did the sting, Aunty Amy followed a set pattern. She started a round on the left side of my bum, quite low, almost hitting my upper leg, from there she branched outwards and upwards. By the time she had finished a pattern the whole area had begun to turn pink. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP.A new round began and as the heat grew hotter so did my cries, I began to cry out for the spanking to stop, for the pain to stop, for mercy and along with the crying out I began to promise all manner of good behaviour. All I wanted was for the spanking to stop. Finally it did. After about 4 minutes of hard spanking, I had long since stopped trying to escape, I had resigned myself to the fact the spanking was indeed never going to stop.

“Up you get go and stand in that corner and think about why it was necessary for Aunty Amy to spank you so hard.” I hobbled to the corner indicated, my hands clutching my bottom. Frantically I rubbed but the fire burned too bright and the flames carried on burning.

The five minutes flew past and as I stood there in the corner the pain began to recede and although I knew there was more to come I thought ,maybe I’ll survive this one, it doesn’t seen so bad. My thoughts were interrupted by Aunty Amy’s voice calling me from the corner, I turned towards her and when I saw what was in her hand I paled. Surely she wouldn’t hit me with that I thought. Surely not! For in her hand was not a hairbrush but a clothes brush. The bristle part of the brush fully 10inches long and at least three inches wide. It was a half inch thick. Now real fear coursed though me and I hesitated, “please Aunty Amy, please don’t smack me with that plank, you will break me”

“Mario, I want you to come here now, I am only going to give you six spanks with this brush, but if you refuse to listen to me I will increase the amount you are going to get so the choice is yours. My two children get spanked with this, and I have never broken anything when I spanked them. Now for the last time I want you to come to Aunty Amy now, I promise it will hurt but you won’t die I will count to three and if you are not standing next to me it will become 8 spanks and for every number I count higher will add spanks. One… Two… ” By the time Aunty Amy got to three I stood trembling next to her side, tears already steaming down my face. I was going to get it with that massive brush and there was no way of avoiding it.

Aunty Amy said that it would be better if I went over her lap for the spanking with the clothes brush. That way she could control me more effectively and prevent me from placing my hands in the way.

Once again I found myself upended over Aunty Amy’s lap. This time however I lay only over her left knee, Aunty Amy placed her right leg over my legs effectively pinning me. “Give me your hand, no, the right one.” I lifted my hand and she grabbed it and twisted my arm so that she securely held my arm. Now I was totally pinned down, I tried to move but found I could not move at all. “I am sorry Mario, but this will soon be over and raising her right arm she brought it crashing down on my red sore bottom. CRACK The sound reverberated through out the house, much like the CRACK of a gunshot. The effect was even more dramatic, being so large, the brush hit both cheeks at the same time, a white hot band of pain seemed to radiate from my rear and even before the sound had died away, the pain hit my brain and I screamed. CRACK the second spank was aimed in exactly the same spot. As the brush connected with my butt the blood was driven away and the impact area became pure white, nerve endings already on high alert went to panic mode. My lungs at that moment still expelling air in a scream from the first blow suddenly hit reverse switch and sucked in air into my tortured lungs. A split second later the pain signal hit my brain and again I screamed, “please NOOOOOOO…”

CRACK, the third one hit home an inch lower, right on the sit spot. Same effect as the previous two, my screams and cries went up an octave. Then Aunty Amy waited about 30 seconds and said to me “Hold on these are the last ones” CRACK CRACK CRACK all three within 3 or 4 seconds and these were the hardest of all. I lay there sobbing hardly able to believe that I survived. I vowed never to get another spanking from my Aunt Amy again. I lay over her knee for about 5 minutes until she said to me, “Mario can you hear me?” through my pain I nodded affirmative, “Come child, sit on Aunty Amy’s lap, it’s all over now. She gathered me into her arms and for the next hour we sat there until I recovered enough to say, Aunty Amy, I’m sorry for putting you in such a position, please forgive me for being such a naughty boy.” With that I went to sleep.                  

   

Aunty Amy

I feel it is time to introduce another of Mario's "aunties". Mario had a best friend Errol, the pair of them were inseparable. Errol was born very late in his parents life. Mr. and Mrs Curran were in their late 40's when Errol was born. Errol has one sibling, Amy she is 24 years older than Errol, in fact her son, James is in Errol and Mario's class. Amy works at the high school in the school office.
I met Amy through Mario and Errol, I started playing golf with Amber, Amy and Elaine and the pair of us got on well.  She is a good friend and often has had my son over her ample knee, wailing away as she spanked him.

Errol’s Sister

It was the first week of the holidays and Errol and I were on our way to visit a friend Shane. Shane was Errol’s girlfriend and Errol was my best friend. My name is Mario and I live with my foster mom Marta Van Rensburg and my two little brothers Grant and David. They are 12 and 9 respectively.

As I shared before I met my mom when I was 14, she was an auburn haired beauty standing 5’6” now at age 37 she was stunningly beautiful. She adopted me when my parents moved to the coast due to my father’s ill health. Mom insisted she become my legal guardian and had been so for a year now.

On Friday of last week, I had completed my final exams and was officially out of school but because of my age was too young to go to the army like the rest of my matric class. I had just turned 16; I was the youngest kid in my matric class. My grade average was an A+. Due mainly to my mom, who at the end of last year, when I brought home a report card with a grade average C+, had blistered my ass so badly I could not sit for nearly two weeks. The bruises were still visible a month later and ever since then I very diligently studied and my grades improved considerably.

That was all in the past and the last spanking I got from mom was two weeks ago. We, my brothers and I were fighting and after warning, us for some time mom had taken all three of us over her knee and spanked us until we all cried like babies. We then had to stand in the corner, hands on our heads, bare butts on display until mom called us out of the corner. Today I could forget about the exams, the teachers and all the restrictions school life imposed on me. Mom had given me permission to sleep over at Errol’s house and as Errol had considerably more freedom than I did, we planned all sorts of fun including a party.

Errol’s mom June was an elderly woman, much older than mom was. Errol being a change of life baby, his sister the same age as mom. Therefore, as a result, Errol had free reign, he could do as he pleased. She decided to spend the night at her daughter’s house a few streets away so parental supervision was not a problem.

Later that afternoon we all arrived at Errol’s house, laden with goodies for the party, the booze hidden until the opportune time. We got everything ready and that evening the party was in full swing. All our friends were there and for most of us it was a final fling before going to the army to do our compulsory military service, as a result, we really let our hair down. The music level really was cranked up and we soon all got very drunk. Around midnight the neighbours had finally reached breaking point and phoned the cops.

The long and the short of it was someone decided to pour beer all over the constable’s car and a fight ensued with the culprit being arrested. The party broke up as a result and the neighbours called Errol’s mom who came over to survey the scenes of devastation that once was her house.

She was livid and soon we were hard at work cleaning up the worst of the mess. The revellers sent home, I stayed because mom had gone to Pietersburg for the night and was unreachable. Once we finished, Errol and I were sent to bed.

The following morning Errol was woken by his mom. We dressed and walked into the kitchen to find June and her daughter Amy sat at the kitchen table, they had obviously been talking about what happened and when we walked in both June and Amy glared at us. The atmosphere was tense, I got the distinct impression that both of us were in big trouble, for the simple reason, it was our party, well strictly speaking Errol’s but I was a definite accomplice. I knew that Amy, Aunt Amy to me would be contacting my mom as soon as she could, she and mom played golf together and living in mom’s home meant I knew Amy as Aunty Amy, not as Errol’s older sister.

We were told to sit down and so the interrogation began, who did what, how did we buy alcohol, where did we buy the aforementioned alcohol why did we think we could do that etc… As the interrogation went on I saw a pattern emerge, Amy, I mean aunty Amy was the one doing the questioning and she seemed to take the lead in scolding us

Errol protested that since he had finished school he was no longer a kid and Amy had no right to treat him as such. His mom stood up and leaning into Errol’s face said; “I asked Amy to handle this, for too long you have done as you pleased and for the most part I am to blame because I have allowed it. I tell you, no more, you behave like a kid and we will treat you as such.” I sat lower in my chair hoping the two irate women would ignore me. Alas, it was not to be, Amy, turning to face me said, “What have you to say for yourself young man, the first time your mom allows you to sleep over you get into trouble, what you think your mom will have to say when she finds out about this?”      

I looked to the ground, don’t you just love it when mothers ask these rhetorical questions you have no chance of answering correctly, and my mumbled answer was barely audible, “I… I am sorry aunty Amy…” “So you should be, but you haven’t answered my question!”  She stated, quite unnecessarily, of course I hadn’t answered the question. The correct answer would only serve to confirm my guilt and blow any excuse out of the water. Aunt Amy knew full well mom would take me to task and that I hoped to avoid at all cost. “Mario, I am waiting…” Realising there was no escape I mumbled, “Mom would not be very happy with me.” “And what do you think mom would do to you?” continued Amy, knowing full well what my mom would do to me, but wanting me to tell her I knew what mom would do to me, more importantly to my backside.

I desperately tried to avoid looking at her, finally I said “mom will give me a hiding when she finds out about this” “Yes she will” said Aunty Amy, confirming to me, she knew that I was still subject to maternal discipline at home.

Aunt Amy gave me some precious moments of respite by switching her attack to Errol. “You, my darling brother should know better, not only are you the oldest but you are supposed to be the responsible one, not leading your friends astray. I know you did not pour beer over that police officer’s car or throw the first punch but because this is your mother’s house, you are directly responsible. Who or what ever possessed you to buy alcohol with a bunch of underage kids around. You may be 18 but you are still not allowed to buy booze for your underage friends, much less allow them to drink that alcohol in your mother’s house.” “But Amy, I am old enough to drink and I did not get drunk” “That may be so, but you have behaved like a petulant boy and because you are 18 does not mean you are too old to be disciplined. You, young man, will discover just how unpleasant it is to be punished, and you”, looking at me, Aunty Amy carried on… “You, are going to find out you are not immune either.” As if, I had forgotten…

“Errol, Mario, because you misbehaved in this house you have to be punished in this house. Mom has asked me to deal with this issue and as a result, I spoke to the police this morning. Because of the fact that I have told the police that you will be punished by me they have dropped the charges.

This means that you are going to be spanked until I decide you have been sufficiently punished.”  Turning to me, she said, “You Mario are a dilemma, by rights I must speak to your mother about this matter. I know how upset she will be about it if I keep quiet. So young man, the choice is yours. You can opt for a spanking from your mom or from me, but I really think it would be better if I told her and let her handle it.”

“Please Aunty Amy, don’t tell my mom, she’ll kill me, you can spank me, and mom will be so cross with me, please Aunty Amy, I’m begging you.”

“Mario I’m not sure that your mom won’t still spank you even though I’ll tell her that I have spanked you”

“

Must you tell her Aunty Amy; can’t you just spank me and let that be the end of the matter?”

“No my boy, how do you think she would feel if I kept quiet about this.”

With those words, Aunty Amy sealed my fate; mom was definitely going to kill me. I was a dead man walking.

Aunty Amy told the pair of us to go to Errol’s bedroom and to wait there for her. She told us she had to phone my mom. We were to each stand in a corner and wait for her to arrive.

Aunty Amy arrived in Errol’s room and said to me, “I have spoken to your mother; she has agreed that you need a hiding and is ok with me giving it to you. She expects you to co-operate fully with regard to your spanking and should she find out you have not fully co-operated you can expect a more severe one when she returns. She also asked me to remind you about the last spanking you got for not studying and asks if you want a repeat.”

“No Ma’am I most definitely do not ever want a repeat, I promise Aunty Amy, I won’t give you any trouble. Please no!”

“Ok child, I accept that, I must remember to ask your mom what she did that made you so scared, it must have been a very good hiding she gave you, how long ago was it and what did you do to deserve it?”

“It happened a year ago Aunty Amy, mommy took her paddle to me because my school grades were bad, I could not sit down for nearly a month, I took a pillow everywhere with me.”

“Good! I hope you learned your lesson”

“Yes ma’am I most surely did, my grade average the whole year was an A+, up from a C+.

“Ok, young man, Errol, we may as well start with you so come here, Mario, stick your nose in that corner, and don’t let me see you move”

“Yes ma’am” I said, turning back to face the wall and wait for Aunty Amy to finish spanking Errol.

The first thing I heard was “Errol I am not spanking your trousers”

“But Amy, I am too old for that,” WHACK “Ouch that hurt”.

“It will hurt a great deal more if you don’t do as I say.”  WHACK WHACK WHACK. “Ok, ok I’ll take them off just don’t hit me so hard, No not with that brush…” Now I knew what made that loud noise, oh boy, this was going to hurt big time.

“Now Errol over you go…” Come on Amy, you really can’t be serious and expect me to go over your knee.”

“If you continue to resist me I will ensure you regret it, because if I have to I will tie you down and them you will be very sorry. I will not tell you again, over my knee NOW!!!”

“Amy, please…” I heard a shuffle and soon the sound of wood striking flesh was heard over the sound of Errol’s Screams and cries.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. It was all over in less than three minutes, the spanking, that is. Errol continued to cry and holler as the flames Amy lit on his butt continued to burn fiercely. She let him cry himself out and when Errol’s cries slowed, she told him to go and stand in his corner and to put his hands on his head.

Errol shuffled along, his trousers around his ankles hindering his progress. Still crying he reached the corner and stood with his nose buried in the corner, hands obediently placed on his head.

Time seemed to stand still as I waited my emotions in turmoil; my throat was as dry as a bone, a knot in my stomach.

“Mario, come to Aunty Amy, quickly now, don’t make me wait for you.” I turned and quickly walked to where Aunty Amy sat. She was sat on a chair, placed so that she had an unhindered swing. On her lap a large ebony hairbrush lay ominously visible; I swallowed nervously as I gazed at the sight of the brush.

I waited, still unable to take my eyes off that brush laying there. “Mario, this is what you are going to do. Take down trousers and underwear to your knees and then lay over my lap.”

I followed Aunty Amy’s instructions not wanting to piss her off and so earn a follow up blistering from mom. Aunty Amy adjusted my body over her lap and jokingly asked if I was comfortable. I meekly answered yes, to which she said, “Well that is something I intend to change…” I felt her move her right leg and clamp it over the back of my thighs effectively pinning me so that I was unable to move. “Give me your right hand; I don’t want it to get in my way. I want a clear target for my brush. I again meekly did as I was told and Aunty Amy chuckled and remarked. “It’s nice to see a trained boy”

I began to softly cry to which Aunty Amy said, “You had better save those tears boy, you are going to need them. Don’t waste them”.

With that aunty Amy raised her arm way up high and

 WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK  

She spanked differently to mom, but no less hard. Aunty Amy began by starting with a spank to my left butt cheek, low down almost at my sit spot, the next fell on the opposite cheek, same location. From there she branched outwards and upwards alternating on each side until the whole of my butt was beginning to redden.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK  

 Repeatedly the hairbrush wickedly lit a fire on my poor butt, quickly turning it bright red  

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK  

A third round began, this time the pattern changed, Now Aunty Amy spanked three or four times in the same spot.

By now my cries were at full throttle, I bawled at each spank of the brush. When she walloped the same spot, one after the other I bellowed like a bull with his nuts caught in a clamp.

“No Aunty Amy, please no more. I’m sorry I’ll never do it again! Please don’t spank me anymore, it‘s sore please.” My cries and wails were too no avail WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK  

A fourth round began, again the pattern as the first round. This time much harder, which led me to believe she was winding up to a finish. She moved her leg; I was going nowhere so it didn’t matter. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

The last four were the hardest of all and all landed in the same spot, right where thigh meets butt. I felt as though she had cut me in half. I arched my back as white-hot searing shards of molten metal landed melting everything it touched.

I howled continuously, sure I would never be able to sit, much less walk ever again. Later, I’m not sure how much later, Aunty Amy urged me to stand and told me to go to the corner. “Hands on head Mario, no rubbing that butt, I want it to throb and burn a while longer.”

With a broken “yes Aunty Amy, please no more, I’m sorry and I’ll never do it again” all rolled into one almost unintelligible word I hobbled to the corner. My walking to the corner causing new tendrils of pain to shoot through my body as the skin on my thighs seemed to again catch fire from just the walking alone. It certainly felt as though the flames would never die out, now standing in the corner the whole spanked area began to itch and I desperately tried to concentrate on something else. I stood there for about 5 minutes when unable to bear the itching any longer, it felt like someone had poured a whole packet of itching powder down the back; I dropped my hands and tenderly cradled and rubbed my buns. I almost got away with it and as I raised my hands to the top of my head, in walked Aunty Amy. She saw me and calling my name, “Mario  what do you think you are doing, I told you hands on your head and I gave you strict instructions not to touch or rub your bottom, come here now, young man. You obviously don’t know how to listen, well let’s see if Aunty Amy can give you a more thorough lesson.”

With that she sat down on the chair and pulled me back over her lap where, once she had positioned me to her satisfaction she proceeded to spank me all over again. This time she concentrated on the back of my thighs, almost to my knees. Her palm rigid, the spanks measured and hard, very hard SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK For the next five minutes Aunty Amy spanked. I screamed, hollered, cried, pleaded, I did everything to avoid the fire raining down on my upturned defenceless posterior.

“That young man is what naughty earless little boys get when they refuse to listen. Now back in your corner.” 

Sobbing and sniffling I made my way to the corner, Errol glanced at me in sympathy his hands clasped tightly together on his head. Aunty Amy called Errol out of his corner and the two siblings hugged each other. “Errol you need to go and apologise to mom, she is sitting in the lounge, first go to the bathroom and clean your face then go and speak to mom

Five minutes later I heard Aunty Amy call me from the corner, she held a clump of tissues in her hand and holding the back of my head she held the tissues close to my nose and said “Blow”. I blew as she said and soon I stood there nose wiped clean still sniffling as Aunty Amy wiped my tears away, then her arms opened wide and she asked me, “would you like a hug darling?” I stepped into her arms and as they folded behind me I hugged her back and said. “Aunty Amy, please forgive me, I’m really sorry. Please don’t tell my mom you had to spank me twice, I really don’t think my bum will be able to take another spanking today, please don’t tell her.” She chuckled and said to me “there is nothing to forgive, you have been punished and that is the end of it. Just don’t do it again okay.” She took both her hands and cupped my face. Kissing me she said now you go and see Aunty June, she is waiting for you in the lounge. Turning me around she gently swatted me on the bum and started me on my way. “Ouch I said as I cradled my still very sore bum, trying to prevent more burn from my trousers as they chafed.     

Later that day my mom arrived, Errol and I were in his room when mom’s car pulled into the driveway. I saw her come to the front door and the pair of us waited, I was extremely nervous and Errol said “don’t fret mate Amy said she would tell your mom you have already been punished so relax I don’t think it will be so bad.”

“Thanks mate but you have nothing to worry about you wont get a spanking from my mom so you are safe, me I’m not so sure”.

“Not so sure about what Mario” said my mom as she stepped into the room. I turned around and looked at mom, she was oh so beautiful, her eyes piercing deep into my soul as she looked at me. Before she could ask me another question I said “mom, I’m so sorry I disappointed you, did Aunty Amy speak to you.”

“Yes my son, she told me she has punished you and that you co-operated fully with her. Having done that, you are not going to get a hiding from me for this, but you must know that I am very disappointed in you.”

“Aunty Marta, it was my fault not Mario’s” said Errol coming to my defence. “Please don’t be cross with him,.”

“Thank you Errol, but I am cross with both of you. However your mom and sister have told me that Amy did a real number on the pair of you. That means you are forgiven, but pull a stunt like this again and you will get it from both your sister and from me. Is that understood?”

“Yes Ma’am” we chorused simultaneously, our hand instinctively protecting our butts.

Looking at me, mom opened her arms to me and said, “Come son, your brothers are waiting in the car, lets go home okay.” I hugged her and said, “Yeah mom, lets go home, I’m hungry.